Day 64: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

When the cheery jingle sounded over the speakers, the Head Doctor could be heard humming a song that suspiciously sounded like pieces of "Superstar" from today's movie. Then, as if realizing people were listening, he abruptly cleared his throat.

"Good evening, patients!" he greeted after a quick recovery. "I do hope everyone had a pleasant day. And what better way to end things than with a scrumptious steak dinner? We'll be including fries on the side, as well as offering our usual assortment of water, milk, and juices. Of course, we also carry vegetarian options for those of you who don't eat meat. Enjoy!"

The intercom turned off, leaving the nurses to escort patients to their rooms.

((Please make all dinner threads under this post with your character's room number in the subject line. For updated roommate assignments, refer to the latest Lounge Post. Thanks!))

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[stop_the_rain]

"Well that's nothing new," Murphy snorted, shaking his head. "More questions than answers, I mean."

Now, back in this little room with the door locked, he started to feel like he was in prison again. It was at both times comforting and infuriating. He felt the walls were pressing in on him, as stupidly cliche as he knew that was. There wasn't even a window. And weirdly enough, the lack of bars made him nervous. He couldn't see what was going on in the hall, he couldn't hear what was happening in the other cells....

This must have been what solitary was like. Except, thank God, he wasn't actually alone. He realized he'd been clenching his fork so hard his knuckles were white, and his breathing had picked up. He swallowed hard and set down the utensil.

"How long until we get to roam the blood splattered nightmare version of this place?"

[dualistic]

Nothing new? Harvey had seen it as pretty new -- in fact, he still wasn't used to it. Every time that another cryptic clue came along compliments of their crazy Head Doctor, he found himself pissed off that they were being strung along like they were players in some sort of game. Once again, he was struck by the fact that Murphy almost seemed too comfortable with their situation.

Well, until he noticed the way that Murphy was gripping onto his fork like it was some kind of lifeline. That wasn't normal behavior, but considering the circumstances, "normal" was more abnormal than this.

The question caused him to tilt his head, and he would have smirked if his mouth, half-burnt, would have let him. He tried it on his good side. "You almost sound eager. It shouldn't be too much longer, but you might want to get your supplies together now. The lights'll go out in here, too." And it wasn't fun stumbling around in the dark in search of your flashlight.

[stop_the_rain]

"I don't like being cooped up."

The dark part didn't bother him much, either. He'd lost his flashlight in Silent Hill more times than he could remember, leaving him with nothing but an occasional flash of lightning through boarded windows to see by. But it didn't hurt to be prepared. He wouldn't bother with the radio tonight, it had proved mostly useless as far as he could tell. No warnings and no hep cat DJ with way too much information taunting him or haunting him with garbled dedications. He could only carry so much, after all.

Of course...what was he going to do once the lights went out? Just wander around, lugging a chair and hope he stumbled onto something important? No wonder the town had practically had to grab him by the shoulders and steer him in the right direction: on his own, he was pretty adrift. At least since he knew escape was by no means easy or even possibly achievable.

He finished off his steak and pushed the now-empty plate away from him. "Any advice on where I ought to be heading once I get out of here?"

[dualistic]

Harvey didn't think most people liked being cooped up, and it was clear just from all the other patients that when given a choice between that and facing off monsters, most people picked the latter, himself included. So he couldn't judge Murphy for his restlessness too much when it came down to it.

He couldn't help but notice that his new roommate was already done with his dinner while he had barely started, and so he got a few more fries down before he went about answering Murphy's question. It was a strange thing for someone to ask, but if the man really was that new, then it made sense that he was at a loss so far.

"It really depends on what your goals are," he said after a pause. "When it comes to looking for clues or a way out, it's really anyone's guess. If you need a weapon, there are a few places you could look. And if you want to go outside, that's a whole other story." Getting outside didn't mean escaping, obviously, but people could have their reasons for wanting to see the surrounding area despite that.

[stop_the_rain]

"I've already got a weapon." Murphy nodded his head towards his desk chair. Sure it was a little unwieldy, but a good solid chair had never let him down in the past. And these chairs were solid.

"I guess I'm most interested in getting out of here. So, I'll look for clues. I can do that." He wished he had that UV light. It'd probably come in real handy around here. Maybe he just had to pay better attention to the intercom, write things down and pick them apart piece by piece. But he wasn't a remarkably smart man, he knew that. He wasn't well traveled or well read, he'd never understood intangible schools of thought, and he certainly wasn't some sort of puzzle master.

And he had realized that he wasn't getting any help here. This wasn't his hell anymore.

"I do appreciate you putting up with me," he went on, offering Harvey a half smile. "I know I'm really chewing on your ear today."

[dualistic]

A chair? Really? Well, Harvey had seen plenty of patients running around with things that were even more ridiculous than that, so he wasn't about to question it. Murphy was a pretty built guy, so he probably had a lot of bulk to throw around. Maybe a chair would work just fine for him, at least against some of the more common monsters.

So long as he didn't have to share his gun or ammunition, Harvey didn't care too much either way.

"It's fine," Harvey said, waving Murphy off when he thanked him once again. While it made it clear that his new roommate was a good guy who actually used his brain every once in a while, there was a point where it didn't need to be said anymore. He wasn't completely heartless, and giving someone else advice wasn't any skin off his back anyway.

"Anyway, if you want a way out, there's all kinds of directions you can go. The newest place that's opened up is the medical wing..."

Though halfway between his sentence, the intercom came on with Landel's normal, "pleasant" voice talking about the movie they'd shown and the incident yesterday with the buses. That meant night was about to come, and at that point Murphy would be on his own.